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Editor's Note

Leaves

A dry autumn wind rustles the leaves; I brood over my life, as if it were something apart from me. Here, some pages from my journal, from a melancholy time, from the season that reminds me seasons come and go:

Editor's Note

A few years ago — uncertain about the direction The Sun should take, out of money, low on faith — I got some wonderful advice from my friend Karl Grossman: “Just keep doing it.”

Editor's Note

The pipes are frozen, there’s a half-inch of snow inside the door, and instead of the steady stream of visitors there’s only me, Betsy, and Richard, who braved a foot of snow on the roads to drive here (in North Carolina, that’s brave; schools here close at the threat of snow).

Editor's Note

The tulips outside the office bloomed last week. No one came and told them to—that still amazes me. By what flawless timing our lives unfold!